Tangled leads and broken strings, just excuses made for a lack of writings
Utensils used have gone missing
Pens and pencils, our only findings
They say "break a leg", but these days we're stuck breaking bread
Breaking Bad, getting baked in bed, avoiding our mistakes instead
Waste our time away procrastinating
Days in bed spent waiting for an open door because I've closed more than I ever have before
Going nowhere, showing no care for how I'll get there
And, so, I grew an apple tree in the middle of my living room
It's roots stuck in concrete, but its flowers will still bloom
An apple a day keep the demons at bay
These Winter months grew colder by the day
But, it's dying and it will be gone soon
I'm trying to avoid the monsoon
Time wasting, I'm failing
The roof of my head is caving in over my head I'm flailing my arms as said are waving
For the tide is so frustrating
Preventing me from escaping and my back is aching and I'm drowning as
I'm waiting for the chance a wave may bring me safe to shore
No remorse, hard work is its own reward but I expect full payment, of course
I take what I can afford, cause I get bored, I can't handle being ignored
It shows my floors, glass windows and wooden doors
Apple falls and plants the seed
By our feet sprouts the sapling
Loss of Autumn but the joy of Spring as the tree begins blossoming
I know that it rains before it snows, and I know that the sun is sure to show
And, so, I grew an apple tree in the middle of my living room
It consumes all of me but it fills this house with gloom
I'm dying and I will be gone soon